DIANNE BUTLER OUT OF THE BOX
DATE night. Is there a term that makes you feel less like doing what it’s been invented for? I wouldn’t have thought so. So Eleven’s not all Love Boat and Touched By An Angel ( even the name of that show frightens me) and MacGyver, like, twice a day. No. It’s also Nurse Jackie.
Ten gave this a go, but it was never really going to fly there and I didn’t think I was ever going to see it again, not being a person who will ever pay money for a box set of anything. No TV show’s that important, right? Despite what I might tell you here in print.
But as it turns out Nurse Jackie’s starting from scratch on Foxtel and Austar next week so . . . well, so what? I’m into the second season now and do I need to go back to when Jackie the drug-addicted nurse was still all hot for Eddie the pharmacist?
Probably, now that I think about it. About to spoil, look away now if you care: Eddie’s gone a bit stalker on her, now that she’s shut things down. Made friends with her husband Kevin and turned up at their house and played with their kids. Not ideal, no. Kevin is younger and prettier and cleaner than Eddie, but not
Tense: Edie Falco as Jackie sexier. And doesn’t appear to have the same easy access to pharmaceuticals. Eddie 2, Kevin 0. It all feels a bit tense at this point. And gets worse when the hospital installs a guard outside the room where they keep all the drugs, now that it’s occurred to somebody that so many are going missing. Hmmm.
I’ll tell you who else is fantastic in this— Peter Facinelli, the guy from the Twilight movies. He’s hilarious, plays a doctor with his own publicist.
This really is a good show. It’s soapie, but with proper acting. There’s real drama, but also some sex on operating tables. There’s drug use, illicit and prescribed. Problems at home and at work.
Completely relatable. Nurse Jackie Eleven, 9.30pm